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Where are they now, the bold plans of youth?
The hopes and the dreams have faded away
Reality bites the world owes no-one
The radio plays the hits you once knew
The day disappears, you drift back in time
Nostalgia's a drug, it colours the past
The bad times forgot, the good times so fine
You're trapped by your past held fast in its grip
Memories shut out the things you should say
What might have once been can be realised